Heaven rewards diligence; he fought his way through chaos to become a saint.

Chapter 113 Sending One More Person (Bonus Chapter)

"His martial arts skills are truly terrifying; he actually withstood a spear thrust from Qiao Ke!"

A warrior was amazed.

No sooner said than done.

The situation suddenly changed; just moments ago, it seemed that Qiao Ke had the upper hand.

But Duan Wu took advantage of the gap in the gun-catching action, and with a swift movement, his right hand swung out, his five fingers bringing a sharp gust of wind, and suddenly locked Qiao Ke's neck.

A sudden, loud cracking sound of bones grinding filled the air. Before Qiao Ke could even utter a half-scream, his neck bones snapped instantly, and his head caved inward at an eerie angle.

The spear slammed into the ground, and the body, supporting itself on the spear shaft, slid down softly.

"Hahahaha————"

Duan Wu laughed wildly and slowly moved his arms.

That shot was powerful and fierce, leaving countless fine wounds on Duan Wu's arm.

At this moment, the fine wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Upon seeing this, Ye Ci's eyes narrowed slightly; this person's technique could actually heal injuries.

Duan Wu laughed loudly, "How dare you! You actually dared to lay a hand on me!"

"Who in the entire Songjiang County dares to lay a hand on me!"

"puff!"

He forcefully ripped Qiao Ke's head off, and blood spurted out three zhang (approximately 10 meters) away.

At this moment, the entire venue fell silent, and the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.

In the past, there have been very few deaths or injuries in the martial arts arena in Songjiang County. If the opponent is seriously injured, the martial artist will stop fighting.

Today, Duan Wu not only killed Qiao Ke, but also deliberately twisted off his head after he died.

He died without a complete corpse.

This is an insult to a deceased person.

At this moment, the martial arts competition in the arena fell silent for a moment, and everyone looked over.

Seeing Duan Wu laughing wildly, Gao Jing silently walked up to the stage and raised his head: "Duan Wu, give me back my head."

"boom!"

Duan Wu grinned, tossed Qiao Ke's head aside, and smashed it with a punch.

Debris flew everywhere.

The ground was covered in blood, and the stench was overwhelming.

At this moment, Gao Jing felt a pang of sadness.

He paused for a few moments, then slowly tore off his own clothes and covered Qiao Ke's corpse, murmuring to him, "I never expected Chong Yue to have a disciple like you; this is his good fortune. Among the three major martial arts schools, I've always considered myself the strongest, but my disciple Zhao Yi deliberately got entangled with someone on stage, without even having the courage to step forward."

"The apprentices dared not, so they had to ask their master to come."

At that moment, he felt a pang of sadness.

Duan Wu watched this scene quietly, put his palm to his mouth, and sucked on it twice, seemingly enjoying it immensely.

On the high platform.

Seeing Qiao Ke killed, Zhang Guan remained expressionless, scanning the warriors in the arena with a cold smile.

What audacity!

Those warriors actually glared angrily at Duan Wu.

It's just a broken head—

However, a smile soon appeared on Zhang Guan's face, and those people only glared at him angrily.

They dared not speak.

Suddenly, his gaze fell upon a figure in the corner.

The man, holding the knife, walked over step by step.

Zhang Guan withdrew his gaze. In his eyes, Ye Ci was still not sensible enough, only thinking of proving his loyalty at this moment.

"Give him to me!!!!"

A loud shout rang out!

Xiao Hua's body suddenly exploded with energy, his voice like thunder, silencing the entire arena.

Those who had previously besieged him all tacitly stopped after Qiao Ke's death.

At that moment, everyone suddenly realized that there was no such thing as wealth and glory, and that Duan Wu and his group did not treat the local martial arts masters as human beings at all.

Xiao Hua's gaze was like a predator's, and he said, word by word, "Duan Wu, you beast, you call yourself a martial artist?"

"Do you have any humanity left? Killing someone is just a matter of beheading them, but you went and desecrated their corpse!"

"I, Xiao Hua, also have a move that can unleash several times the power. Today, I will smash your head to pieces!"

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He walked with unwavering determination, his whole body tense, his blood surging, and his energy suddenly transformed into a sharp beam of light.

He was like a war god emerging from the flames of anger, showing no sign of backing down even though he knew he would offend the general.

"The Seal of Embracing the Mountain!"

A terrifying burst of internal energy erupted, and Xiao Hua's figure shot out like an arrow, striking Duan Wu with a palm, but unexpectedly Duan Wu laughed loudly.

"Hahaha----"

"You're hilarious!"

"Are all the militiamen in Matsue Prefecture this funny?!"

The instant Xiao Hua got close, Duan Wu moved like a ghost, his speed no slower than Xiao Hua's. With a swift movement, he dodged the heavy force. In that fleeting moment, Duan Wu seized the opportunity.

This was a fight-instinct-like attack.

"You know nothing about your opponent."

The moment he let out a sinister laugh, a crisp "crack" sound echoed throughout the entire venue.

No one saw how Duan Wu moved; all they saw was Xiao Hua's arm being broken and his flesh being torn and deformed.

Bang!

Another kick.

Xiao Hua was sent flying like a sandbag.

"Hahaha—you call yourself a martial artist? You're so utterly pathetic!"

"Hilarious! He even claims to have a special trick up his sleeve?!"

Duan Wu laughed loudly, pointing at the martial artists on the arena: "I told you long ago, the general made you act like dogs because he was giving you an opportunity."

"And what happened?! You dared to lay a hand on me!"

"Besides Xiao Hua, who else could it be?"

"Who else!"

"Who else!"

Duan Wu closed his eyes, enjoying the silence all around him. The only sound was the whistling wind, and no one else was making a sound.

He walked toward Xiao Hua with satisfaction.

"And me too."

It was Gao Jing who spoke, his aura surging as he slowly stepped forward.

He felt that young people today have not experienced real life-or-death struggles, and the angrier they get, the more they lose sight of the proper techniques.

In the end, it was up to him to take action.

He is the number one martial arts master in Songjiang, specializing in transforming internal energy.

"Clang!"

A knife flew past Gao Jing and towards Duan Wu.

Bang!

Duan Wu gripped the back of the blade with his five fingers, the hilt trembling slightly. A hint of doubt appeared on his face as his gaze slowly passed over Gao Jing.

Who dares to ambush me?

The wind whistled.

The room was deathly silent.

"Master Gao, let me do it."

Ye Ci calmly walked past him and said indifferently, "I'm no good at fighting, and you're no good at killing."

His footsteps were heavy and slow, not a hurried charge, but a steady, deliberate pace.

He stepped over Qiao Ke's pool of blood, then casually pulled up the spear from the ground, splattering tiny droplets of blood before it landed silently.

Everyone turned to look.

He was dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit, holding a gun in one hand, the tip of the gun hanging down, about an inch off the ground.

"It's you! Yet another one who has betrayed the general."

Instead of getting angry, Duan Wu laughed, pointing his knife at Ye Ci: "You say they can't kill people, but are you capable of it?"

"Why don't you try it and you'll see?"

Ye Ci's expression was cold and indifferent, showing neither joy nor anger, as the wind blew the stray hairs across her forehead.

Only the hand gripping the gun handle remained as steady as Mount Tai, while the gun itself trembled slightly, as if emitting a dragon's roar, yet remaining silent.

He was like a volcano about to erupt, making people's hearts pound.

Step by step.

Come.

The sun blazed fiercely, and the wind howled mournfully.

"good!"

"Much more reasonable than your junior brother."

He then looked around and pointed at Ye Ci, saying to the many martial arts masters, "Look at him, now that's what it looks like to practice martial arts—"

"You talk too much."

A cold voice abruptly interrupted him.

"Um?

Seeing Ye Ci approaching, Duan Wu's face showed a rare seriousness. He suddenly threw the long sword in his hand, which made a "clang" sound and landed on the ground, trembling.

Ye Ci stepped forward slowly.

Duan Wu slightly bent over, and his body suddenly surged with energy, several times stronger than when he killed Qiao Ke. Like a beast poised to pounce, his clothes fluttered in the wind, and as his blood and energy surged, it seemed as if there was a flow of energy under his skin.

"Even though they are both at the level of Hua Jin, the difference is huge, and they are not comparable to a country bumpkin."

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Ye Ci felt there was no need to answer him.

brush!

brush!

Neither of them spoke again, and those in the room only felt a blur before their eyes.

The entire room fell silent.

On the high platform, Zhang Guan and Fang Yelan suddenly stood up.

There is only one move.

This move is a foolproof strategy honed through countless battles, as both of them are born with martial prowess and are seasoned veterans.

A sudden chill arose, a silvery light ripped through the day, and arrived with incredible speed.

Once everyone around him had focused their attention and made up their minds, Ye Ci had already stopped his attack.

Duan Wu's face drained of color, his eyes filled with horror and disbelief.

The opponent seemed to have seen through everything. The two of them were like two charging wild bulls. The opponent used the impact of their speed and the unparalleled power of the spear to break through the enemy's defenses. The spear force was concentrated at one point, domineering yet perfectly natural.

He realized he shouldn't have underestimated his opponent; he should have avoided him first and then attacked, slicing Ye Ci's throat in one blow.

But this is only a post-hoc estimate.

All extravagance is illusory; life and death are separated by a single thought.

He pressed his hand tightly against the bloody hole in his chest, his strength instantly dissipating. He knew his heart meridian was destroyed, and his opponent had not given him any chance to recover.

"————Good marksmanship————"

"marksmanship?"

Ye Ci shook his head: "I have a knife, but you are not worthy of it."

Duan Wu opened his mouth.

Ye Ci abruptly holstered his gun.

"It's just a simple thrust; killing you doesn't need to be so complicated."

Stab!

cluster!

A muffled thud.

The tip of the gun was shoved into his mouth.

Fresh blood gushed from that mouth.

Ye Ci kept his eyes straight ahead, his indifferent voice slowly emanating from him.

"I've always wanted to shove your mouth apart, but I've changed my mind today."

His arm jerked, and with a loud bang, his head exploded.

The body fell to the ground with a thud.

Blood was everywhere, and the air was filled with a pungent, fishy smell. Ye Ci slowly lowered his eyes and said, "My lords, I will send another person."

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